S^cott K^eeney

from Sappho Does Hay(na)ku

Aphrodite of the Flowers at Knossos

Shadows

branches weave

across the brook—

Enter

my temple

of apple trees.

Wind-blown

white blossoms,

grazing brown mare—

Honey

gold wine,

overfill my glass.

Philosophy

Three

naked girls

shave their legs

around

a wellspring

in the moonlight.

No Harbor

Night

black wind

digging ocean graves.

Dear Hera

Sailed

to your island.

Nice shrine.

Chaste Artemis

Artemis

among mountains

at bare-chested dawn . . .

Eros

will have

to thrill himself.

Two Doves

Spirits

cold. Wings

flap. Like stone.

What To Do?

Something about her

makes me

tits.

A Column of Good Things

Saffron

robe, apple

blossom robe, amaranth

robe,

black sake

robe, absinthe robe,

doesn't

really matter:

best is always

white

garlands and

any open robe.

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